Let’s play a game. Next meeting, once the chair opens it up for everyone to share, we police each other’s language in real-time. Catch a cliché and you get a coin. The offender loses their turn, the scorer gets thirty days sober. How does that sound? Catch a malaprop or a made-up word and you get a dollar when seventh tradition rolls around. The offender crosses two numbers off their Where And When, or no one signs their court slip, if available.
We’ll call it Watch Your Mouth. I’m pitching it at home group next business meeting. Get some volunteers. Referee, secretary, lab rats, coffee person. Run beta for six months with a group of dependables, ten-plus months sober, won’t go back out, proficient in Microsoft Word. Iron out a few kinks and unforeseeables. God knows I’m missing something, brilliant as the whole thing is. Soft launch in seven months. Rollout target set at one year.
Promotion? Word of mouth. Drunks will talk about this at other meetings, in fellowship, with their sponsors, at detox and sober living. Think attraction rather than promotion and it will take off. No doubt we could start eyeing IPO in two years.
I’m already incubating the next iteration, for speaker meetings. Psychologizing, rambling, Freudian slips are all in the crosshairs. A boss level, of sorts, titled Watch Your Fucking Mouth. It’s not for the faint of heart.
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